Freeland Tribune

MY DAY DREAMS.

Come ramble with me through the streets of Day-Dreamland:
The city is charming, and not hard to find.
I wander there often,
When twilight hours soften
The light, and to earthland my weary eyes blind.

All my dear ones inhabit the realms of Day-Dreamland.
They live in rich palaces, lofty and grand:
They fail not to meet me,
And lovingly greet me
Whenever I stroll to their beautiful land.

There lives in the castle of Mother's Fond Longing,
A maiden, sweet, royal, and loving, and fair.
And pure as the snow and
The blossoms that blow, and
As bright as the sunbeams that dance in her hair.

She looks very much like the sweet child beside me.
Grown older and wiser and ofttimes she leaves
Her palace to come to
Me, here in my home, to
Allay the dull care which the mother-heart grieves.

And there, in the palace of Fondest Ambition,
A princely knight dwells, full of goodness and truth.
He's much like the boy who
Is now bringing joy to
My earth-home, in days of his innocent youth.

How pure are the rays of the light in Day-Dreamland;
How pleasant the prospect that gladdens the eye;
No earth-clouds arise there,
To darken the skies, where
Fond love is the beacon and hopes never die.

Then come with me now, to the realms of Day-Dreamland;
Rich comforts as I have, you're certain to find.
You'll wander there often
When twilight hours soften
The light, and to earthland your weary eyes blind.

-Josephine Page, in Independent.